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spare me

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Blueskye27

Published: Dec 7, 2008

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Literature Text

you keep me around
like an old tire in
your trunk

pulling me out
now and again to
pump me up

with promises
before throwing
me back

into the dark

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Spectrumchaser

Jan 14, 2009

I really like the title on this one. I imagine it voiced in a wry, resentful kind of way. Perhaps not how you intended, but I get the sense of being sick to death of the situation. Good play on words

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